Ah yes. Youth. The supposed great time of your life right? Ooh but there are quite a few things that complicate it.

So. You become infatuated. The person is fanatastic, they are amazing in every way. This somehow develops. Develops to the point you love listening to them talk, watching them move their hands as they speak, just become marvelously fascinated with every action, word, and breath.

But at one point...there comes a time they tell you, "I'm only up for platonic love"

You can scream and bang your head repeatedly against the wall upon realizing how incredibly stupid you've been to let yourself fall in love, and that's only the first part!

Then comes the denial. NOT IN LOVE. NOT IN LOVE. In love...MAYBE. Of course this induces more head-to-wall contact and confusion.

You end up being torn apart like, "IM IN LOVE" "NOOO NEVEEEERRR" and these two sides clash and fight and scratch and scream until you just want to go flipping insane.

Finally, you sigh heavily, and decide. "Okay. I am in love. Sue me." But unfortunately, there is nothing you can do. You can try to force it and lose a friendship, or just let it go on like this and hope to god the person does something to tick you off and make you fall out of love. Of course this also risks the friendship.

Then of course, there's the side that has the love-sick puppy on their tails. When someone says they love you, it's like they are pointing a gun to you're head. Say you don't, and you're brains get blown out by "WHAAAT!?!?! WHAAAAAAAAT?!?!" or guilt. Say you do, and your brains get blown out by a horrid relationship because you were lieing. Either way, you just lose either way.